Gala Delight exited her room quietly, shutting the door behind her. It was by now mid-afternoon, and she was a bit hungry for a bite to eat as a sort of in-between snack, before supper. Just as she was heading down the stairs, towards the apple family kitchen, she hears a voice call out to her... as a door closes not far behind her.

"Gala Delight! I wanna talk to ya..."

Gala Delight stopped in her tracks. She drooped her ears down, in a guilty sort of way. Uh-oh. This was likely to be... er... trouble... maybe. Gala sighed, she half-wished she had kept on going. Maybe she could walk on and act as if she had not heard Big Mac call out to her? No, that wouldn't work. She had already stopped so he knew she had heard him. No, she would have to face the big red farm pony.

With another deep sigh, Gala glanced backwards, over her shoulder, seeing the big red stallion standing there between their bedroom doors, in the hallway at the top of the stairs. Still, she half-wished to trot on down to the kitchen and ignore Big Mac's call. But she couldn't. She turned around slowly, and trotted on over with her usual bouncy gait, until she was standing before him, facing him.

"Yeah, Big Mac?" Gala said, forcing a shy smile as she looked up at the big red stallion. She nervously trembled, though it was ever-so-slightly that only an observant pony would notice. Internally, she was feeling jittery and uncomfortable with the scrutiny from him. Oh please, oh please, don't let him be angry with me... Gala pleaded in her inner voice. Please tell me he didn't discover the doll missing... please.

"Were ya in mah room earlier?" He asked directly, staring down at her intimidatingly. A stoic mask keeping his expression neutral. Yet serious.

"Um... yes." The small, pale-red, be-freckled earth pony mare replied, softly. She nervously flipped her green mane out of her face and shyly swished her green tail, and looked down at her hooves, awkwardly caught in the moment, blushing profusely, and trembling nervously. Looking adorable but yet evidently and very obviously guilty.

"Did ya happen to take somethin' from there that belonged to me...?" He asked sternly, his stoic mask still in place.

"Um... y..yes..." Sheepishly the smaller-than-average young mare cowered a bit, and her trembling had increased a degree or two more.

"Don't ya know that it aint right ter enter another pony's room without their permission and take somethin' that don' belong to ya?" He continued in chiding the guilty young mare some more sternly.

"Well... yes, ah do... but... ah... " The pale red mare trembled still, as she looked up at him sadly, her gaze met his nervously. Her green eyes meeting his hesitantly. Lingering there nervously a moment, as she was temporarily unable to break the gaze, despite her nervousness.

"Well, what? Ah believe ya owe me an apology!" He said sternly, a slight bit of the anger he felt at her disrespect towards him showing, finally, in his tone of voice.

"Ah... ah know... an' ahm awful s...sorry, I shouldn't a gone inta yer room an all. S...sorry, Big Mac... ah only intended ta shut yer bedroom door when it was ajar an all... and, well, I er... saw somethin' and I went ta investigate and, well, one thing led ta another..." Gala drooped her ears down a bit more as she pawed shyly at the floor, as she was once more looking back down at the floor, still trembling a little.

"Ah don't want yer excuses, ah just want an honest apology outta you." Big Mac said, this time with a much gentler tone of voice. As he softened his gaze on her.

"Um...y...yes, Big Mac. Ah ahm awful sorry, I shouldn't a gone inta yer room without yer permission an ah shouldn't ah taken' what don' rightly belong ta me." She looked up at him, meeting his gaze again. "Would ya please forgive me fer this trespass?" She asked pleadingly.

"Now, tha's better. However, I still need ya to give me back what ya took from me, and then ya owe me an explanation as to why ya took it in the first place... does that seem fair ta ya?" Big Mac stared down at her sternly.

"Y...yes, Big Mac. Ah have it... r...right in here..." Gala said quietly, as she led Big Mac into her room, to retrieve the doll she had taken from his room.

"Ah... ah h...have it o...over h...here..." Gala Delight said softly, her voice faltering, betraying the fact that she was obviously very nervous. She pointed a hoof in her way of indicating the other side of her room, along the outside wall that had the window. Her hoof pointing at the bookcase against the wall. Glancing shyly back at him, over her left shoulder, to gauge his response and reaction better. In her somewhat anxious manner, she was currently distracted enough not to notice the balls of yarn on the floor where her three little kittens had left them last, when they were playing with earlier that day.

Now, the kitty trio (one black, one white and one red), were all curled up in a kitty bed by one of the rooms windows, all nestled against one another. The balls of yarn in question, however, were underhoof before she could say or do anything to react to them and steady herself, and she was falling before either pony could make a move. So suddenly was it, that she had fallen on her backside, landing at Big Mac's feet. All she could do about it was blush so deeply that her facial features had turned as bright red as Big Mac's coat, as she sheepishly looked up at him with a shy, awkwardly nervous and still yet endearing, half-smile.

"Oof! Oww..." She whimpered softly as she looked up into Big Mac's eyes, and gave another nervous half-smile. As he stared down at her she trembled ever-so-slightly, once more. She was feeling very foalishly foolish. She drooped her ears down again, as she was quite prone to doing when shy or embarrassed about something. Her soft little whimpers and moans were more from her own shock and embarrassment then from any real pain. She closed her eyes a moment, with a sad little whimper.

"Are ya okay, Miss Delight?" He said kindly, concerned for the small pale-red mare as he looked down at her.

"I...oww...I... I think so." Gala Delight replied, opening her eyes again, and looking back up at the big red stallion. He offered her a helping hoof up, and she meekly accepted, fearful of making a fool of herself again. Thus, she shyly went back to the task at hoof, leading him to his Mr. SmartyPants doll. The Mr. SmartyPants doll was on the top shelf of the bookcase, along with Gala's own small doll collection... and all were arranged in a scene that seemed perfectly suited to Hearth's Warming Eve.

There was a fireplace with a mantle, decked out all with fake evergreens and lights, and a fake fire set up within it and there was a couch that held three dolls, one a brown Pegasus stallion who wore a pair of brown overalls and a lighter brown shirt... who held a fake ax on him. His cutie-mark was a pair of crossed axes. Next to him sat a neon-pink unicorn mare with sky blue eyes sat between the Pegasus stallions. She had a mane and tail that was neon-orange with lemon and lime stripes. She wore a sky blue knit sweater and a thick plaid woolen skirt of a magenta hue and neon-orange and bright red stripes. Her cutie-mark was an ice-cream cone with three scoops of Neapolitan ice-cream. Next there was a black Pegasus stallion who wore a black and white tuxedo and held a deck of cards. His cutie-mark was also card-related. These three plush dolls differed from SmartyPants in the manner that they had embroidered eyes, not button eyes and they had embroidered cutie-marks.

A little coffee table sat before them with little cloth doilies and miniature ceramic mugs full of fake hot cocoa and a plate full of fake holiday cookies. A rug was placed before the fireplace with a trio of little kitten dolls playing with a teeny-tiny mini-ball-of-yarn. One kitten was white, the next was black and then the last one was ginger. And on the rug beside the kittens was a doll named Miss Bluebell. She was a pale blue unicorn mare with a lavender mane done up in two braids with bright red ribbons tied in bows at the end of each braid, who had a single braided tail, complete with bright red ribbon accent. She was the same style of doll as Mr. SmartyPants, but had violet button eyes. This mare was dressed in a simple sundress of checkered blue-and-white gingham (like Dorothy of the Wizard of Oz) and a long cotton chemise underneath, giving her a long-sleeved wintry outfit.

Then there was a separate love-seat that sat two dolls. One was a pale red mare dressed in a bright red-and-white gingham dress, a match to the one Miss Bluebell wore, and like her, she had a white cotton chemise underneath but she had green button eyes. And she was sitting next to Mr. SmartyPants... who was now decked out in red overalls, with a bright orange shirt worn underneath the overalls, and who now had a brown yoke that resembled the one Big Mac wore, but in miniature, and he also had his once-busted button eye sewn firm, good as new. Each doll held a ceramic mug of fake hot cocoa in hoof, as well. And they all had miniature quilts, wrapped around them snugly. All-in-all it was a cute little scene she had set up. Stockings hung on the mantle. A little tree off to one side (the side closest to GeeDee and SmartyPants) and little wrapped gifts lay underneath it... a lot of effort clearly went into the scene, certainly. And it really paid off in its sweetness.

"Whoa... ya set up all this?" Big Mac asked the little pale red mare, more than a bit impressed by the set-up. "Nice. Real nice."

"Um...th...thanks... Big Mac." Gala Delight replied softly, blushing deeply as she looked to the floor. She shrugged, and then carefully picked up the doll that was Mr. SmartyPants, and she handed him over to Big Mac shyly, looking to the floor again before looking up at him and meeting his gaze eye to eye. She dropped her ears back in her customary gesture of embarrassed discomfort at her predicament.

Big Mac looked at Mr. SmartyPants... secretly impressed by Smarty's new look. Of course, he did not say so to her, at least, he had no intention to say so just yet. Though he had noticed, quite pleasantly surprised, that Mr. SmartyPants had a fixed button eye... as good as new.

"Well, ya need ta just follow me, Miss Delight... and we'll settle this fer sure... mah way." Big Mac said as he led her out of her room, and back to his room. Opening the door and then gesturing with his right hoof indicating that he wanted her to come into his room with him. He set Mr. Smartypants on his nightstand beside his bed and then gestured to her again with his hoof, as she had not yet moved from beside the door. She was far too busy looking about his room from the doorway and too hesitant to set foot past the door's threshold. Big Mac watched her a moment, before speaking up again, in a gruff manner, clearing his throat.

"Ah-hem, Miss Delight... come on in here little Missy... ah have somethin' further fer ya to discuss with me... ah want ya right here." He indicated a spot beside the foot of his bed, headin' over to her to, if necessary, scoot her inside so he may shut his bedroom door. He was watchin' her closely as she hesitated a moment before she took a shy, hesitant step forward, crossing the threshold at last. Taking a few more cautious steps forward, until she had wound up in the location he had indicated earlier. He then shut the door behind her and headed back towards her, facing her.

"Now, ah believe ya owe me yer full explanation as to why ya were in here and why ya took mah Mr. Smartypants from me in the first place." He said firmly, he gave her a stern glare which made her droop her ears cutely, all over again, and he gently but firmly guided her to sit on the foot of his bed... as he met her gaze.

"I... um... well, I only meant to fix yer doll's button eye. After ah had discovered it, when ah meant to shut yer bedroom door an all, earlier. An one thing led to another... ya see... Ah... ah didn't mean ter intrude on yer privacy none. Ah only wanted ter give ya a nice little surprise that ah hoped would be appreciated. And as ah said, ah got side-tracked with makin' 'em a fancy new outfit. An' then ah got carried away with settin' up that sweet scene suitable fer a Hearth's Warmin' Eve Card... Ahm really, really sorry Big Mac. Ah hope ya will fergive mah intrusion an all-ah really did have good intentions... Big MacIntosh."

"Mmmhmm... ah see. Well, now that that's been settled... it's time fer yer punishment..." Big Mac said firmly, keeping up his usual calm manner, as an amused smirk formed upon his face. "It seems it's up ta me ta teach ya a lesson that yer daddy shouldda tought you..."

"Wha...what? Big Mac? Yer kiddin', right?" Gala Delight looked up at him, clearly nervous and shy, blushing deeply once again as she trembled.

"E'nope... ya need ta learn a lesson that ya don' go messin' with Big Mac... an since ya never learned this kinda lesson from yer Daddy, then ah'll have ta teach ya... an ta make sure the lesson sticks, ah'll have ta put mah hoof down... quite literally-like... Now, ya can turn around and co-operate all nice-like or ya can do this the hard way... It's yer choice, Miss Delight." Big Mac said firmly, quite sternly and with all seriousness.

"Um... uh... ah don' understand... Big Mac... ah..." Gala whimpered, drooping her ears down even more as her face became so red from her blushing embarrassment that she was as bright red as Big Mac's coat yet again.

"Time's up, Miss Delight. Ah guess ya want it the hard way! Well, don' say ah didn' warn ya..." He said and with that bein' said, after Big Mac had given her more than a bit of time to let things sink in... and thus to comply with what he told her... He did not hesitate in his movements as he lifted her up and turned her over, bent over his bed, holdin' her down with one hoof upon her back... All since she had not complied, and all done so quickly before she could react in anyway. At least, not until after it had already been done. Gala squirmed, glancing nervously over her shoulder, back at him.

"Wha...what?" Gala gasped and squirmed, twisting and turning to try and see what was up, as she looked at him with pleading eyes. "Wha... what are ya gonna do? Big Mac?" She said in a soft, frightened voice.

"Ahm gonna put mah hoof down and show ya what it means ta mess with Big Mac and disrespect mah privacy... by making yer flanks as red as mah coat."

"Wha..what? Ya mean yer gonna... gonna... give me a hoofin'?" Gala said nervously, shaking a little as she squirmed uncomfortably.

"E'yup..." Big Mac replied casually, as he held her down with his left hoof and gave her a smack on her rump with his right hoof.

"Ow! N...no...B...B...Big Mac..." Gala whimpered before crying out again. "Ouch! Please...st...stop..."

"Eeyup... an nope... this is what ya get as yer punishment, Miss Delight..."

Gala squirmed, whimpering softly. "Uh, Big Mac... ah don' think this is such a good idea...now... it's... it's too soon... Ah... ah hardly know ye and ye hardly know me... an..."

"Shush now, ya silly filly... yer gonna accept yer punishment real nice-like ya see... or else..." Big Mac threatened as he continued to hold the young mare down on his bed with his left hoof, while he kept up with his hoof smacks upon her rump... she whimpered softly and squirmed a little as she lay there helplessly.

"Y'all keep still now, little Missy, as ahm not through with yer punishment yet. Ya here?" Big Mac scolded the squirming little mare.

"Y...yes, Big Mac..." Gala said softly, aware that he was rubbing her down along her rump soothingly. He gave her a few more blows of his hoof upon her bum until the little mare cried out with the pain of it being too much for her and her tears streaked down her cheeks.

He stopped,and smiled a little, and began to rub her down again... the scent of her nether region carrying an obvious scent of arousal. His smile deepened at the thought. He slipped his hoof between her legs-where no stallion had ever touched her before-and gave a deep chuckle as he felt the wetness there. Lifting his hoof to his nose he inhaled her scent and then licked his hoof clean, tasting her nectar. She's deliciously sweet, just as ah had expected, juicy, like a...a Gala Apple. Hmmm, his smile deepened, A Gala Apple. MY Gala Apple. The pale red mare gasped and squirmed, blushing, nervously... with a great deal of uncertainty.

The big red stallion lifted her up, without any warning, putting her back down onto the bed to where her legs no longer dangled over the edge with her rump no longer on the edge of the bed. She was now fully on the bed, face down as the big red stallion climbed upon the bed and pinned her by way of straddling her backside as he leaned down and intentionally pressed himself against her. He was bearing some of his weight on her, as he leaned in close and whispered in her ear, "Ah do believe that somepony's gettin' all aroused by this here punishment ah gave ya... an it gives me a better idea on how to finish you... if ya know what ah mean..." He rubbed himself against her to illustrate his point as his stiffening member was rubbing between her butt cheeks and brushing up against her tail.

"Uh...B...Big Mac... ah... ahm n...not so sure about that... uh... bein' a good idea... ah... ah don' know..." She said nervously, trembling a little at the notion. Aware that he had shifted enough to where his hardened cock was rubbing underneath her between her legs. It was... unexpectedly... pleasant. Though Gala knew she wanted it, she simply had her doubts about his size and about the nature of the situation. Mainly, the fact that they barely knew each other and that it was too soon to be so... intimate. Though sure as ponies eat hay and apples, she wanted him. That fact she could not deny.

Big MacIntosh kept rubbing up against her as he nuzzled her cheek and spoke again, ever-so-softly in her ear, "'tis alright, miss Delight. Y'all just relax now an ah'll take good care of y'all. Good an easy. Don' ye worry yerself none. Yer in good hooves, little Missy. Y'all will be a lucky little mare when y'all find out the other reason why they call me Big MacIntosh!" He said this kindly to the little pale red mare, he then rolled her over onto her backside, to face him. He gently nudged her legs apart with his, carefully positioning himself before he slowly entered her... going nice and easy as he had promised her. She whimpered softly, crying out a little in pain and discomfort, as he was huge... and she was small, tight, and warm. His penis filling her virgin vagina completely. She still shivered with pleasure, too, even despite the discomfort and pain. She wanted this, yes... but it hurt. A lot. It was all strange new sensations she was feeling. Yet she was glad she was feeling it from him... from the big red stallion that was Big MacIntosh.

"B...Big Mac...it...hu...hurts..." Gala whimpered softly.

"Yup, ah know it hurts... as y'all are a virgin mare... aren't ye?" Big Mac looked at her, with concern and gentility.

"Uh-huh... ah've n...never been...s'so intimate...wi... with...a...another..." She blushed a little, shyly looking away, but Big Mac took his hoof and gently guided her face back towards looking at him, he held her head with his hoof, and nuzzled her nose and cheek. Yet all the while, he kept up a gentle pace, thrusting in and out of her virgin vagina... Gala whimpered, and winced a little, as sharp stabs of pain hit with his thrusts into her.

"Ah know. Ahm awfully big, an y'all are nice an tight and small, it makes y'all feel real good ta mah shaft... ah know it hurts... Miss Gala Delight, but ah'll make y'all feel real good, yeh'll see..." Big Mac told her, as he nuzzled her cheek again, and leaned in closer, nibbling her neck a bit. Biting down a little here and there, to help distract her from the pain of his shaft thrusting in and out of her. The little mare whimpered, soft little whinnies of pain and discomfort slipped free from her every now and then, and Big Mac responded with a gentle nuzzle each time. Big Mac placed his hoof down between her legs, and gently rubbed on her. Gala gasped and moaned. As Big Mac continued to gently thrust into her and use his hoof to rub her, amping up her arousal and interest.

"So ahm really yer first stallion, eh? Miss Delight?"

"Yup. Yer the only stallion ah've ever had."

"Then that makes you mah mare... Miss Delight."

Gala gasped, as she felt his hoof rub her spot, creating a lot of sensation. She trembled in pleasure. Gasping while she was shivering as little ripples of pleasure went through her. Gala responded by parting her legs a little more, allowing him in deeper. Big Mac, in turn responded by removing his hoof from her, so he could lean in close, picking up the force and pace of his thrusts, to where Gala cried out in pain and whimpered but also gasped and trembled, as her pleasure was peaking. The big red stallion continued his thrusting, faster, harder, the pain and pleasure in her mingling. She cried and gasped, tears streaked down her cheeks, and Big Mac quietly nuzzled her cheek as he kept his thrusting pace. In and out. In and out. In and out. Drawing back for a few long, slow thrusts, and countering them with fast, quick thrusts. Grunting as he did so. In and out. In and out. In and out. The pressure and pleasure building in them both. Gala parted her legs a little more, arching into him a little, shyly blushing in her slightly nervous ashamed embarrassment.

"Aw, now, Gala, don' be ashamed nor embarrassed. It's a perfectly natural thing ta do. An y'all are a good fuck... an ah also find y'all are purdy... ah thought so from the moment ah first saw ya. Besides, yer mah mare now. An ah take good care of mah things... mah mares, especially... So accept it... go with it, Miss Delight... live up ta yer name... Missy! Yeah, that's what ahm talkin' 'bout..." He nuzzled her, grunting with his firm thrusts, deep and sure. As he brought them both to the edge..."Yer a true delight, Gala..." He whispered, nibbling her ear gently. A final firm, deep thrust and he grunted and moaned, as he came, releasing his load inside her. "Y'all are a definite keeper, a ripe little apple...Miss Gala."

Gala, meanwhile, was gasping and trembling as her own wave of pleasure peaked and washed through her, over her, wave after wave, making up for the pains and discomfort of her first time. She quietly nodded, accepting what he told her, without too much thought of it... exhaustion was taking over, and with them finishing, Big Mac pulled back the covers of his bed and drew her close to him, cuddling up under his covers, as both red ponies fell into a peaceful and greatly satisfying slumber. Curled up in each other's hooves the whole night through.

Author's Note

This is my first MLP story on this site, loosely based off of a roleplay, but it would not end up being exactly like the RP in question. I might want to have a betta-editor. I re-wrote most of the story recently before putting it up here but I hadn't had time to get to the rest and so this chapter is not done yet. If anyone has suggestions to change/improve it... let me know, please. I look forward to constructive criticism if it'll make my work better, after-all!

I plan on bringing in other GalaMac stories possibly, as she was my answer in the roleplay as to a potential mare for Big Mac, though I'll probably do a few MacInShy/FlutterMac stories too! Maybe even a CheeriMac story or two. Just wanted to get this started and out there, y'all. So I might start getting some feedback and further encouragement to keep it up and keep going with it and the others I'm working on, as well.